A BIT OF POVERTY.
Reading edition
BY W. T. PETERS.
I know a little maiden In a most tremendous bonnet, All manufactured out of black, With nodding poppies on it. Her shoes are two old rubbers, Full of many a hole and leak, And—bless you—these are only worn On one day of the week. But her laugh is molten silver, And her hair is burnished gold, And the treasures in her jewelled eyes Are riches manifold. And no one on the broad round earth Is happier than she, Although this little maiden Is as poor as she can be.